Blonde Again!

Hello all!

When you spend an unseemly long amount of time in a hairstylist’s chair, it seems only logical that you take incredible awkward pictures of your self, and the monster that your hair has become. It’s not a pretty sight, I must say, which is naturally why I enjoy sharing it with my friends and family! And you, dear readers, of course…Get ready for Adventures in Hair, Part II!

When you go into a salon asking for an ombré dye job, this is the last thing you think you’ll look like three hours later:


OMG! Am all kinds of glamorous. If you want to see more embarrassing pictures of me, just click here for my original ombré post. IMG_3172

Pardon my wibbly, bright selfie. That front-facing camera is quite awful at times. 

When I was younger I did nothing with my hair. I mean nothing. I took care of it, of course, brushed it, washed it, and put it up the same way everyday, but, that was it. When I was 17, I finally cut it to a more manageable length and even ventured out and got some subtle highlights. I later grew tired of them and had my hair dyed back to its uniform dark brown, where it stayed for a good eight years. I got restless, and thought of doing something different one day. Blonde seemed the last direction I would ever go in, but I wanted something relatively low-maintenance and decided to take a chance on this whole ombré thing. It certainly helps that, despite being semi-blonde for almost two years, I still get compliments. But, all that processing does make your hair awfully angry. If you, like me, have what I like to refer to as “special needs hair” just slap some of this little miracle cure on:


Photo c/o

I like to leave in this treatment overnight and rinse it out in the morning. Rub in some argan oil before you blow-dry and it’s like you have new hair! Bye-bye straw! I’ve also been experimenting with washing my hair less often to prevent excessive damage. Admittedly, this has led to quite a bit of dry shampoo abuse, but it’s going well so far! It could just be all in my head, but I swear my hair stays nicer longer. Do any of you have special tricks for your “special needs hair,” dear readers? Do tell!


Treat Yo’ Self

Hello everyone!

Today, I wanted to dedicate a blog post to a little phrase I’ve been finding myself saying quite often lately:

Treat Yo’ Self!

Now, I’m not nearly the first person to say this. For those of you that need a little context, here’s a video:

 Mimosas! Perfume! Fine leather goods! Treat. Yo. Self.

In case you haven’t already noticed, I’m a big fan of treating myself. Now, it doesn’t have to be ridiculously excessive everytime. Ok, maybe you really wanted that Alexander Wang bag that one time- I won’t judge you. However, treating yourself in this context can get you into some major credit card debt really quick. Then, this ceases to be a “treat.”


In case you are in need of a little “treat inspiration,” here are some of my latest little treats: Halloween candy (obviously), the beautiful Zoya Monet topcoat, and a new pair of fabulous Baublebar earrings. They were on sale, and are now unfortunately unavailable. I’m wholeheartedly jumping on the 360 stud earring bandwagon, in case you haven’t already noticed.

So, if you ever find yourself feeling down-in-the-dumps, I’m a very big advocate of a little treat. It might not seem like a very big deal to everyone else; it could be a cappuccino, a pair of extra fuzzy socks, or a new lipstick, but don’t underestimate the positive influence of lovely little things that pop into your life. Of course, the most important part of this is your willingness to turn things around. Things may not always go your way, there might be giant hiccups in your day, but that doesn’t mean you have to give up. Treat yourself, and choose to be positive.

Just a thought.


Lazy Girl Skincare

Hello everyone!

Happy Saturday! It’s finally here! This week has just flown by, and I’m so looking forward to the weekend. I’ve survived my very first week moonlighting as a substitute teacher, too. Barely! I kid…but I got to write my name on the board and everything. I promise to share more stories later, they just keep coming.

Today’s prompt started out as “One Beauty Product You Can’t Live Without.” Well…if you know me, you know that I’m rather fickle when it comes to my beauty products. I love experimenting and trying new things. If I had to pick one thing under this category, it would probably be my very favorite “lipstick” from YSL: ‘Rouge Volupté Sheer Candy’ Glossy Lip Balm in No. 5, the perfect berry shade. I’ve gone through two tubes of these, no joke. It was the first tube of lipstick I’ve ever used. Pictured, it’s the one to the far right.


Can we gawk at the packaging for a minute? It’s like a gorgeous paperweight!

I digress, as usual.

I’ve recently stumbled across the most significant skincare product of my life: Dr. Dennis Gross’s Alpha Beta Peel.


It’s the very first thing that has ever visibly made a difference, almost overnight. I get compliments as to how clear and smooth my skin looks frequently. I can’t say enough good things about it.  The amazing thing about this product is how versatile it is. The Boss Lady was the very first person to introduce me to it. She looks at least 10 years younger than she actually is, and is, therefore, a fantastic source of skincare advice. I initially thought that my mother would really enjoy it, but then a sample of their “Extra Strength” peel was conveniently popped into my bag at the local Sephora. I was totally hooked, and now my mother is too!

Now, I realize that chemical peels sound scary. The thought of it really scared me too, at first. I kept envisioning the “Sex and the City” episode where Samantha leaves the dermatologist with a raw hamburger-looking face. Eeek! But, this product is so gentle and pretty much fool-proof. Rub the first towelette on your face, wait three minutes, then rub the second. That’s it. It’s like baby-wiping your face, except you wake up the next day and your skin looks flawless.I suffer from the occasional cyst on my chin (Yay hormones!), and the subsequent dark marks they leave behind. No amount of cleansers or scrubs or acne creams have helped. This has.

I rest my case.


My Little Pony Hair.

Hello everyone, and happy Monday!

I hope everyone had a fantastic weekend, I did, but not in the ways I usually do. There were no epic travels or adventures, but just some tea, takeout sushi, and a good book. It was rejuvenating, and very much needed. On the other hand, I did manage to do things like eat cake for breakfast and color my hair a ridiculous shade of hot pink.

…because I can.

The hair chalk craze is nothing new, but I finally caved and picked up a little Color Pop from Dippity Do (Ha! remember that?) which seems a close dupe for the slightly more expensive Kevin Murphy Color Bug.


 The whole process was quite easy, really. I knew I wanted to concentrate the color on the ends of my hair for a dip-dyed effect. Throw a towel over your shoulders to protect your clothing, and rub rub rub with the chalk. My hands quickly turned a shocking shade of magenta, but it washed right off with a bit of soap and water.


                         Before…                                            …After


After shaking all the excess powder from my hair, I was quite pleased with the results. Being totally temporary in nature, I had quite a bit of fun with it. It was almost as much fun washing it out in the shower, as it made all the suds from my shampoo a quite vivid pink. It’s good to change up your look every-once-in-a-while. Just a little bit of fun to brighten up any Saturday! It’s also a really fun excuse to take a barrage of selfies to show off the new “do.”




Five Things

Hi everyone!

I somehow went into complete zombie mode yesterday, and I ended up abandoning my blog-post-in-progress about halfway through, which is something I rarely do. It was there to greet me this morning, however, and instill the appropriate amount of shame in me to get me rolling. And, here I am! It’s this week’s Five Things- a little photo-collage glimpse into my life over the last week.


I tend not to wear any ostentatious or noticeable colors on my nails when my classes are in session. I like to look appropriate and well-groomed, and, let’s face it, bright blue nail polish somehow screams “I’m a teenager!” to parents of prospective students. Solution: I wear the heck out of them in summertime. Pictured above are two of my favorites from Essie: Bikini So Teeny and Mint Candy Apple, which I have on my nails now.


I finally jumped on the fashion-blogger bandwagon and bought myself some skater shoes. These were such a steal, and I’ve gotten so many compliments already. Bonus points for the leopard print, they make me feel instantly chic even when I’m wearing sneakers and cutoffs to go grocery shopping.


My mother gifted me a refill of one of  my favorite perfumes from Philosophy recently. I after finally cracking it open, I realized it was the exact same color as my bathroom walls. Coincidence? I think not.


I received a very cool, belated birthday card in the mail a while back from a good friend of mine. It took me about a week to finally realize  that it wasn’t just awkwardly thick, but was in fact designed so that I could mount it on a wall like a piece of artwork. A very clever idea!


Here’s a little sneak preview of tomorrow’s blog. I may not be the biggest fan of sports, but I do enjoy the atmosphere of live sporting events. Sure, I use the majority of my time there to eat all of the junk food available to me and to gossip with my girlfriends in between doing the wave/the Bernie lean, but isn’t that what you’re supposed to do? I’m well aware that I”m a living female stereotype.

Don’t judge me.


Overnight Beauty Essentials

Hello everyone, and Happy Friday!



I wanted to end the week with a lighthearted post, so I decided to let you take a quick glimpse into my Beauty Essentials- the things that I automatically grab for, whether it be a last minute weekend trip, or in anticipation of a late night out, usually followed by an early morning. For all those ladies out there navigating both commuter relationships as well as work, I applaud you. I also feel your pain. There’s is nothing more frustrating than dashing out of the house, ready for your day, only to realize that you’ve forgotten something essential, like a stick of deodorant. I conveniently forgot to include one in the pictures above, but I assure you, I do wear it.

The products pictured above are as follows, from bottom left to right: Laura Mercier Tinted Moisturizer in Nude, Nars Laguna Bronze r, Bare Esecentuals All-Over Face brush, Burt’s Bees wipes for sensitive skin, Urban Decay’s Naked Basics Pallet, Bare Escentuals eyeliner brush, Tarte Amazonian Clay Blush in Exposed, Bare Escentuals Dual-Ended Brush, Mac Select Cover concealer in NW20, and Tarte’s Lights Camera Lashes Mascara. 

Seeing as all this goes into my purse, saving space is essential, so I like to pick products that will effectively multitask. While I usually apply a sunscreen and then foundation, I find that Laura Mercier’s beloved tinted moisturizer does a fantastic job of protecting, moisturizing, and concealing minor imperfections. I swear by the Naked Basics eyeshadow palette as it has everything you might possibly need for your eyes, as well as your eyebrows. I like to blend the two brown shades on my eyeliner brush to use on my brows, line my eyes with the black shade, and highlight with the lightest. You certainly get your bang for your buck with this one! And remember, as tempting as it is to use last night’s makeup as this morning’s face, don’t do it! Your clogged pores will later have their revenge. I love the Burt’s Bees wipes because no matter how tired you are, using one of these to take off your makeup at the end of the day leaves you feeling as refreshed as if you had actually taken the time to wash your face. I’m all about the shortcuts, ladies. Whatever makes your life easier.

And, lastly, you’re going to need a fabulous bag to disguise the fact that you are now essentially a bag lady. I highly recommend Longchamps Le Pliage shopping bag. My girlfriends and I like to refer to it as the “Boyfriend Bag.” It holds all your essentials while looking chich, and no one would ever know that last night’s high heels are rattling around in there.

Have a wonderful weekend everyone!


Five Things

Happy Wednesday all!

We’re exactly halfway through the week, yet I remain convinced it’s Thursday. Don’t you hate those kinds of weeks? They just seem to drag on forever. Between all the work-related gigs, Taco Tuesdays, thrifting, and requisite summertime fun, I’ve been frantically searching for new content and topics to write about. Funnily enough, it’s always the minute I stop making a concerted effort that I have the most prolific ideas. Everyone has a different creative process, I guess. Enough chatter- on to the weekly Five Things!


If you happened to be anywhere near a beauty blog yesterday, you’ll have been made aware that it was #NationalLipstickDay. In a nod to many people’s (myself included) love of lipstick, I recommend that you check out a piece on the lovely Joanna’s blog, A Cup of Jo, where her new editorial assistant executed a “Lipstick Challenge.”  Digging in to the depths of her lipstick drawer, she wore a new shade every work day over several weeks. I might just be a huge beauty junkie, but I found this weirdly fascinating. And also now want to own blue lipstick. Yes, it sounds strange, but just check out her look on week two! So pretty.


Yes, here’s a gratuitous sunset shot for the week. We’ve been having the most spectacular sunsets in the Bay Area as of late, so I naturally have to document them as soon as I get a chance.


If you’ve ever been to Starbuck’s, you are totally familiar with the baristas propensities to utterly screw up the most basic names in existence. I get a lot of Ava and April, but never before have I seen a “Hayva.” Extra points for creativity to that one. For more funny misspells, check out Buzzfeed’s 27 Times Starbucks Failed So Hard It Almost Won.

early morning dance

Photo c/o Daybreak & The Bold Italic

Did everyone know that the early morning dance party is now a thing in San Francisco? I happened upon this latest trend while perusing the Bold Italic this morning. For those people who genuinely enjoy dancing, but don’t always have the energy to go out-and-about every Saturday night, you can attend this dance party on a random Tuesday, right before work. Lasting from 7:30-9:30am, next week’s fun offers atypical fare- no cocktails, but coffee, tea, and breakfast treats in abundance. This is way better than running on the elliptical at the gym for an hour. Just saying.

With the big birthday fast approaching, I’ve been frequenting Sosh, an app that I can best describe as a more personal Yelp that’s strictly for social events and activities. While only available for certain US cities at the moment, Sosh allows you to search by the activity you’re interested in- be it happy hours, fitness classes, concerts, or restaurants, within your neighborhood of choice. You can also write reviews and bookmark activities and events you hope to attend in the future. I have 33 events bookmarked currently,inlcuding Dim Sum at Yank Sing, cocktails at the “Vegas inspired” Drake lounge, and an outdoor movie screening in Washington Park. I’m looking forward to chipping away at them very soon!

Hope everyone had a wonderful Wednesday!


Lipstick. Lipstick. More Lipstick.

Hello everyone and happy Friday!



I’ve been sitting on the temptation to do an incredibly girly, beauty-oriented post for quite a while now. I’ve quenched my thirst for all things makeup related on the internet machine for years. I’m not ashamed to admit that my evening ritual often involves watching Youtube beauty videos on my phone while curled up in bed. I find all the products the beauty industry has to offer fascinating- there’s always something newer or better to try, something that will add that extra pep in your step, so to speak. Now, I’m sure there’s many of you out there that think that you can have only so many shades of eye shadow or lip gloss before things become excessive. I’ll agree with you on some level. When purchasing makeup, I never ask myself if I absolutely “need” something, because the answer will always be no. You need things like soap and water, not a $35 tube of YSL lipstick. There’s just something about a new tube of lipstick, though. It can make you feel rejuvenated, more put-together, more special, and braver all at once. It’s an age-old tradition.  As Holly Golightly said in Breakfast at Tiffany’s: “a girl doesn’t read this sort of thing without her lipstick.” I’m not sure if I understand the psychology of it, but there’s no denying it’s existence.

The above pictured doesn’t even begin to tap in to my ever-growing collection, but for those of you who appreciate a good, voyeuristic glimpse into someone else’s vanity, I’ve included my first ever swatch for you:

 From top to bottom: Mac’s Ravishing, Viva Glam V, Plumful, and Brave. Rimmel London’s Lasting Finish by Kate Moss in Shade 06 (very similar to Mac’s Impassioned), Mac’s Spice It Up, and Rimmel London again in 107. Not pictured is my Chanel Rouge Coco in Boy, which I must admit is somewhat similar to the Viva Glam.

I must say, I’m rather proud of the color range I pulled out today. I recently felt like a bit of a boob when I swatched a few lipsticks, some expensive others less so, and they were all almost exactly alike. I’m trying my best to not be in too much of a rut when it comes to beauty products. I have most of my twenties to figure things out and like experiment on evenings out while attempting to not look like a child that’s gone through her mother’s makeup. But that’s what I love about it. I was never allowed to wear makeup growing up, so it’s become representative of pure fun, in adult form.

Have a lovely weekend everyone.


Adventures in Hair

Hello ladies and gentlemen!

I write to you today following a five hour hair appointment. You heard correctly: five hours. Did I get my head shaved and then all of my hair replaced by an elaborate weave? Nope. I just have a fantastically meticulous hairstylist whose technique for the perfect ombre is a bit, well, time-consuming. My scalp does smart a bit, but I insist that it’s worth it. I, of course, also needed a little something to keep me occupied throughout the whole, somewhat undignified process, so brace yourself for some embarrassing photos.


There are people who will argue that the ombre trend is so last year, but I love the way my hair looks regardless. It may have been a pervasive trend, to the point that L’Oreal now offers an at-home ombre in a box, yet I would like to think that I would rock the ombre despite its popular status. Sure, there are entire tumblr accounts dedicated to it and perhaps thousands of pictures available on Google image search, when done well, I believe the perfect ombre should look natural and sun-kissed. Of course, you can make it your own however you like; some people choose fun colors or prefer a stark contrast, with almost white tips. It makes me feel undoubtedly youthful, and even after a year, I’m still getting compliments. In other words, it’s my cup of tea. This is saying something, considering I’ve worn pretty much the same hairstyle for decades at a time. The one downfall of the ombre is oddly enough the same thing that makes it so accessible: having color concentrated at the ends of your hair makes it decisively low-maintenance, and should you get bored, chop away! My problem was  that I liked it so much, I was reluctant to part with even an inch of my hair. Yet following the dry air, chlorinated pools, and constant heat-styling that is Las Vegas, I had a hard time even running my fingers through my hair. The ends were so straw-like, even the best deep treatment couldn’t revive them. So, despite enjoying all the length, I knew all of the fried bits had to go. I called my lovely hairstylist, Lynette, and was in the chair before I knew it. I’ve documented the ridiculous back-combing that ensued, for both your and my amusement.



I know I look a little trepidatious. It’s all the teasing that makes it look so natural, I swear.


My helmet o’hair, as I affectionately like to call it. I have a clip stabbing me in the face, but that’s pretty much what is allowing me to breathe. The fun part is that when we’re done with the color, all of the helmet must be detangled and combed through. Aided by half a bottle of conditioner, of course.


Random streaks of bleach in my hair. “I’ll try not to get this in your eye, because it will make you go blind!” A little bit of sincere hairstylist humor. A good look, no?


The end result! Worth every penny and every minute, in my humble opinion.

Am sort-of blonde again! What do you think? Life is short, do fun things with your hair.

And, if anyone asks, the sunlight made my hair this way.



I Woke Up Like This

To echo Beyonce: I woke up like this. That’s my story and I’m sticking with it.

I know, I know, we’ve all had those mornings where one look in the mirror is enough to horrify you back in to bed. The static bed head, the puffy eyes, the pillow creases, topped off with a vacant expression that says: “YES! I can’t wait to go to work today.” The last year or so, I’ve become all too familiar with this. Let me preface this that I somehow had to make myself look alert and put together at 6:00am. In order to survive the endless early mornings, I slapped together a little morning routine that I did not, and have not, strayed from since. This is the once place in my life that I am admittedly a bit OCD about. I need my morning routine, things don’t feel the same without it. (And everything has to go in a specific order. Strange, I know, but when you’re sleep-walking through the morning, it comes in handy.)

Step 1: Basic Hygiene. Fun things like brushing one’s teeth, washing one’s face, applying deodorant and sunscreen. These are mandatory, I don’t care how early it is.

Step 2:  I turn to my fabulous makeshift vanity. You are correct, it happens to be on top of my toilet tank.


Products employed in Step 1: Sunscreen and lip balm. Also pictured is one of my favorite scents: Philosophy’s Unconditional Love.


Please disregard the hole in the wall- I have no idea why it’s there. It’s typically covered by the empty Baijiu bottle that I now employ, rather futilely, as a brush holder. 


As you can tell, I am a rather fanatic collector of lip products and also enjoy more than my fair share of Lush. More on that later.

Here’s where you can get really creative! If you’re awake enough, that is. For Step 2, I typically use the below pictured products:


To cut some corners, I enjoy using a BB cream. I can haphazardly apply this and not worry about looking unnatural. I am also unusually attached to my Mac Select Cover Up (I wear the shade NW20). If I had to pick only one product to apply, this would be it. I like to follow this up with NYC Sunny Bronzer, Tarte Amazonian Clay blush in “Exposed,” (for the most natural flush), and Mac’s In for a Treat PearlMatte face powder. I had no intention of buying this, but I stumbled upon one of the last few at the Berkeley Mac and couldn’t leave it. Who can resist those pressed flowers, especially when they give you a lovely glow?

I have to give a nod to Urban Decay’s Naked 2 Pallet; I was wary of purchasing this at first, but it has proven itself well worth the price. I use it every day, sometimes twice a day, and it is very well-loved. I usually top everything off with a bit of Mac’s “Jest” eyeshadow in the inner corner of my eyes to brighten everything up, as well as some of Clinque’s Lash Doubling Mascara.

If I’m feeling fancy, I’ll throw on some of my favorite liner from Mac (in “Prunella,” a dark eggplant shade), along with a quick swipe of a lip product. My current favorite happens to be one of the Maybelline Baby Lips in Pink Glow that I purchased while in Auckland. Apparently this is not yet available outside of NZ/Australia, but it’s one of those self-adjusting shades that looks incredibly natural on.

Step 2 typically takes me a little over 5 minutes to complete. I tend to lean toward the more natural end of the spectrum when it comes to beauty/makeup application. Growing up I was never allowed to wear makeup, so when I did, it had to be as indiscernible as possible. The strict upbringing didn’t allow for a ton of fun, but at least it saved me from looking back on year book photos of myself covered in mismatched foundation and raccoon eyes. I guess everything has a silver lining, even with less than glamorous beginnings.